FF Stories – Lawyers in Love

It was turning out to be a pretty typical Monday morning when Becky
searched for from her work as Mr. Barringer and a lady walked into her
workplace. [Mr. Barringer just strolled into my workplace. He never ever does that.
If he wishes to speak with me, he, or rather Ms. Riegger, ringings me. He’s.
with a woman. Older than me, probably about twenty-nine. Little, about.
5′ 2″, nice figure, quite, and good taste in clothing. Nice shoes,.
Ferragamos, I believe.]
” Becky, this is Katherine Martin, our brand-new partner,” stated Mr.
Barringer. Turning to the brand-new female he continued, “Becky here is a law.
student doing a summer internship with us. If you need her for any.
research for you, simply ask her, but clear significant research study tasks with Ms.
Riegger.”.

The 2 females shook hands. The new lady smiled and said to call her.
Kate, followed by a pleasantry about gathering for lunch, then Mr.
Barringer took Kate off to present her to the rest of the staff. With.
his billable time pegged at $550 an hour, Mr. Barringer didn’t like to.
spend a great deal of time on this kind of duty.

[Another female in the office, and a legal representative to boot. Best of all,.
someone closer to my own age, who I can talk with, not like the over-forty.
legal secretaries who only desire to discuss the most recent soft-porn unique or.
Dancing with the Stars. Not like the partners who do not mingle with law.
students. The other partners? Common people. They stopped talking to me.
about anything other than organisation when I made it clear that I wasn’t.
interested in going to bed with them. The office was sort of dull; now.
it’s searching for.]
* * *.

After Mr. Barringer had actually completed the whirlwind workplace trip, Kate.
settled into her workplace. The company was basically exactly what she had actually anticipated,.
small and conservative?in the expert, not political sense; Mr.
Barringer was a huge charity event for the state Democratic Party and had lots.
of high-powered connections that an enthusiastic young associate could take.
benefit of. That was all to the good. Most importantly, the firm was awash.
with cash, an unusual thing in this economic environment when most firms were.
either laying off legal representatives or just not hiring. Kate had done her time at.
the Environmental Defense Council, earning great deals of moral capital however.
fairly little money, and now this Barringer, Levy, Dunstan, Cooper, and.
Schmidt, LLC looked like it would change that.

Barringer and the other 4 partners, appeared like great, strong, WASPish.
individuals, and the other two associates, all males, appeared like typical young,.
enthusiastic lawyers. [The young men are most likely pet dogs, sure to hit on me,.
but probably exceptional attorneys. I can tolerate a lot of frat boy habits.
if they’re good at their jobs.]
The assistance personnel seemed qualified, but Kate figured that they would.
have little bit in common with her. [That Becky though. A luscious number.
About twenty-three or 4, svelte, creamy skin, long black hair, small.
breasts?probably perky?overall evaluation, definitely spectacular. Stop it,.
Kate. It’s not great to be believing like that. This is a small firm, and.
sexual relationships in the office aren’t helpful for the career. While I.
seriously doubt anyone at this company will have a problem with me being a.
lesbian, banging the intern is not most likely to go over well. Don’t do.
anything dumb like sacrifice the career for the sake of a rebound.
relationship. Besides, she’s most likely directly. Nothing states we cannot be.
friends, however. I’ll need a little girl talk around the workplace from time.
to time.]
* * *.

Two days later on, as guaranteed, Kate took Becky out to lunch to obtain the.
low-down on the office. Becky took pleasure in the lunch itself, at one of the.
fancier, sit-down dining establishments that were normally ruled out by the law.
trainee’s budget?tablecloths and genuine china, not paper cartons and plastic.
forks?but she basically confirmed Kate’s assessment of the company. It was.
a great, solid location to work. No drama or outrageous chatter. The worst.
features of working there was, one, the lack of somebody for a young lady.
to talk to and, 2, getting hit on by the male partners. Kate had.
currently discovered this last one; 2 of them had actually struck on her already.

Becky took an instant liking to Kate. The somewhat older female was really.
simple to talk with, and the normally shy Becky discovered herself babbling away.
She informed Kate about how she was a second-year law student who operated at the.
firm during the summer season and a couple of hours a week when law school remained in.
session and how she got the task through her daddy, who was a tennis partner.
of Mr. Barringer. She grew up in the town, going to a Catholic girl’s.
high school, and after that Mount Holyoke, however got her own apartment or condo when she.
gone back to go to law school. It put a genuine crimp in her budget, but it.
was much better than dealing with her parents. She had a partner, Peter, who.
was the sweetest, nicest guy, and after that to her own wonder Becky launched.
into how she was an “old fashioned girl,” conserving herself for marriage, and.
while Peter was nice, there was no spark, and perhaps he wasn’t Mr. Right,.
however he was very considerate and, while he plainly desired more, comprehended.
and never ever pushed. [Oh God! Why did I simply tell Kate everything about sex life,.
or lack thereof? How embarrassing. Jesus, it just demonstrates how desperate I.
am for somebody to talk with.]
Kate did not discover much about the workplace, but she did learn a lot about.
Becky. Her gaydar was pinging throughout the meal. [This Becky’s a closet.
case if I ever saw one. Went to all-girl Catholic schools since she.
wanted to. Inspect. Went to an all-women’s college. Check. Softball.
gamer. Examine. Has a sweetheart, but still a virgin at twenty-four.
Examine. A sex life so unsatisfying that she informed me, an ideal stranger, all.
about it. Examine. And she’s even better looking than I first thought.
Athletic. Thin, but those were some broad shoulders, and some well.
muscled, but still extremely womanly arms. And my God, that ass and those.
legs. Verdict: probably approachable, but not worth the threat. If she is.
gay, she’s clearly a first timer and will take a lot of work and care. I.
don’t believe I’m prepared for that yet. I’m still not over Emily. I need a.
low-maintenance fuck pal to bang for a while. Anyway, she’s most likely.
just another straight woman fucked up by Catholicism. Keep in mind, not all.
softball players are lesbians.]
* * *.

That night, Becky was feeling lonesome. Her lunch with Kate had actually made her.
itchy for friendship. She tried calling Peter, however there was no answer.
on his cell. He was probably at the library, where there was no reception.
in the stacks. She discussed whether to leave him a message or not. If he.
came over, it would be late, and he ‘d wish to stay the night, and every.
time he did there was unmentioned pressure for them to “do it.” And he might.
interpret this as a “booty call.”.

[Peter never ever pushes, but he clearly wants to fuck me. God, that word
makes me feel unclean. But even if we don’t fuck (there it is once again), he’ll.
want to mess around. The kissing is great. And he’ll wish to play with my.
boobs. Why I have no idea. They’re way too small. Not like Kate’s. Those.
are probably really nice. Maybe I need to let him touch me down there. No,.
that would be wrong. But I do provide him a handjob every now and then. That’s.
various. He’s a guy. And I do not have time to go to Confession before.
work, so no fooling around tonight. No message.]
She hung up. If Peter saw the missed call and came by, fine. However she.
wasn’t going to invite him.
[Is this regular? Am I some type of freak? Most twenty-four-year-olds.
aren’t virgins. I might be the only one. Peter is a truly nice man,.
good-looking, wise, funny. Why don’t I desire to fuck him? I like costs.
time with him. I like the kissing. I like feeling the heat and.
closeness of his body. I simply do not desire anything more from him. Yes, I’m.
a freak.

Oh, God! Why did I state all that to Kate. I am a freak, and she knows.
it. At least I didn’t inform her about the handjobs, however telling her I was.
virgin was bad enough. How can I look at her once again? There is something.
about her that makes me trust her. Perhaps because she seems so open.
herself. That smile of hers, that laugh she has?it’s transmittable.

And Kate’s a beautiful woman that’s for sure. A professional athlete, like me, however.
not into sports. She stated she was looking for a good, woman-friendly health club.
Perhaps if she joined the university gym?I believe they take outdoors members?we.
might be workout friends. She said she lifts weights mostly. However she’s.
not like one of those freakish bodybuilders. She’s toned, but not rippling.
with masculinity. If only my body were curvy like Kate’s. She has genuine.
hips, an hourglass figure, and breasts. Very good breasts, big, but not.
too big. C-cup. Well proportioned. Not like mine. A-cup Becky, that’s.
me. What is it the kids utilized to state? Carpenter’s dream. Flat as a board.
and never ever been screwed.

I wish I had breasts like Kate’s. I wonder exactly what they truly appear like.
I wager she’s got huge, pink nipples, with ideas that stand out like pencil.
erasers when she’s delighted. They must be good to take a look at and to touch.]
As she thought of Kate, Becky’s hand had actually slipped down between her.
legs and she was absent-mindedly rubbing herself.

I imply it’s all right for lesbians, however not for me. I’ve got nothing against.
lesbians. Some of my finest softball good friends are dykes. Wow. That’s pretty.
buying from. It sounds bad even in my own head. People ought to be able to.
live as they select and wed whoever they want to, but I wish to select a.
regular, reputable life. I actually do want to give my virginity to the guy.
I really like. Is Peter that male?

Why is it that everyone gets so worked up over sex? I simply don’t get.
it. When I take a look at a person, even a really attractive man … nothing. Why is.
it that people get so developed over a males and female rubbing together,.
sweating, and exchanging physical fluids? It’s really sort of gross.

Why do I keep considering this? Why don’t I desire what other girls.
desire? The books all state that everyone thinks about same-sex destination at.
some point. And ever Father Bill states that it’s normal and nothing to.
stress over. Yeah, looking for sex guidance from a priest isn’t really the most intelligent.
thing to do. The important things is I’m scared I might believe about girls a little too.
much. But it’s not like I have not had the chance to act on those.
ideas. I’m a softball gamer who went to an all-women’s college. It’s.
not like I haven’t been approached, but I’ve never ever done anything, and that.
must imply something.]
Becky remembered the time, during sophomore year, when Lori, the very first.
baseman, had asked her to pitch some extra batting practice. They.
practiced about forty-five minutes later on than the remainder of the team and the.
locker room was empty when they entered it. Even Coach Jackson, who.
usually stayed late, had actually left.

[Yeah, I was sort of taking a look at Lori in the shower, however it’s not like I.
had the hots for her or anything. She simply has these really big breasts,.
and I kept envisioning what would be like to have boobs like that, however she.
saw me looking. Busted.

I understood Lori was gay, of course. Everyone did. She was out. She asked.
if she can borrow some of my hair shampoo. And I state “naturally,” not understanding.
what she’s hinting at. She steps closer and I hand her my bottle of.
hair shampoo. Our hands touch. I shiver. She touches my shoulder and then.
runs her hand down my arm and leans into me. Our lips touch, ever so.
gently. I feel her tongue begin to part my lips.

Then I went back. “I’m not like that.”.

” Sorry, I believed … Crossed signals. I’m sorry.”]
Lori and Becky never ever mentioned the event, and nobody else on the group.
ever came on to Becky; Lori had gotten the word out that Becky was straight.

[Fuck. I’m touching myself again. Damn, I’m actually damp.] She sighed.
and quit, too horny to resist. She pulled off her pants and underclothing.
and began masturbating in earnest. She rubbed her fingers in small.
circles around her clitoris with her ideal hand and stroked her labia with.
her left.
[Close your eyes and think about Peter. Exactly what would it resemble to take him.
in my mouth? Would I gag? Exactly what would Lori’s breast be like, if I sucked.
on the nipple, licking around the areola and snapping the idea of the nipple.
with my tongue. Stop it! Think about Peter. Exactly what would he taste like? What.
would his cum taste like? Would he taste like I do.]
She brought her left hand as much as her mouth and tasted her juices.
[God. I shouldn’t be tasting myself, that’s perverted. But I sort of.
like the taste. Would Peter taste like that? Would he taste like a woman?

Consider his body. He’s got broad shoulders, and his upper body is tapered
straight. When he presses versus me, his body is hard, muscled. Kate has
broad shoulders too, however she’s curved. Would she feel different? I wager it
would be softer. The feel of her breasts pushing versus my back, her
kissing my neck, reaching around and rubbing my breasts and pinching my
nipples like I’m doing now. She slips her hands down between my legs and
rubs my clitoris. I don’t let Peter do that, however I let her. I turn and
face her. We kiss. Her tongue plunges into my mouth as I rub my hands all
over her soft, smooth body. God, that feels great. Our legs cover around
each other and we grind together. We look into each other’s eyes. We kiss
as we continue to grind. Fuck that feels great. My God, what’s that? Uh.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.]
As the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, Becky practically blacked out.
She had to stop touching herself; she was all of a sudden too sensitive. She was
sopping damp, and a puddle of liquid had actually formed on the sofa. Becky lay
panting. Carefully, she brought her right-hand man back between her legs. The
level of sensitivity was fading; she could touch herself once again. She slowly stroked
herself, impressed at the dampness. She did not masturbate typically, and it had
never ever been like this prior to.

[Was that an orgasm? Then what were those things I believed were
orgasms? They felt great, however they weren’t like that. If that’s exactly what it’s.
want to actually masturbate, I cannot wait to do it genuine … genuine.
would be with another lady. With Kate. No. I’m not like that.]
* * *.

Becky prevented Kate as much as she might for the rest of the week. She.
might not bring herself to face the woman of her dream. Kate, busy as.
she was at the new task, did not observe the avoidance, however she did notification.
that Becky was disturbed about something.

On Thursday, at lunch with two other partners, among the men.
pointed out that Becky was distressed about something and asked exactly what it was.

” Boyfriend difficulties,” answered the other male.

We can just hope.

[My God! Could they perhaps act more like frat kids? Hoping she.
breaks up so they have a shot at her. I suggest I don’t want to play the part.
of the man-hating lesbian, however these 2 make it really tough not to.
Wait. Did he really say that or did I simply believe it?]
* * *.

Friday night Becky invited Peter over.

[The doorbell. That must be Peter. Stable girl. This is it, the huge.
night when I lastly lose that pesky virginity. Romantic dinner.
Candlelight. Wine. Soft music. Then penetration. Yes, I’m going to go.
through with this. I have to.]
Peter arrived. She kissed him hey there, more passionately than normal, however.
we didn’t appear into it, sidetracked, worried. He chose not to take a seat at.
first. Lastly, they rested on the sofa together, he took her hands in his.
and stated the eventful words:.

” We need to talk.” [That’s not good.] Their relationship wasn’t going.
anywhere. He was sorry. It was him not her. He appreciated that she wasn’t.
prepared to relocate to the next level, however he had requirements. It would be best if.
they simply ended it. They might still be good friends. [However wait. I am all set.
No, I can’t toss myself at him. Now that would appear like an apparent tactic.
to keep him. But he cannot dump me. I need a partner. Without a.
partner I may … Too late. He’s gone.]
After Peter had actually left, she selected up the bottle of wine she had purchased.
for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against.
the bricks. She aimed to call some good friends, however it was Friday night and.
everyone was already out. Then she believed of Kate. She presumed as to.
fetch the house phone list the firm released, however she stopped herself.
[That’s a truly bad idea. I’ll simply begin babbling once again and tell her.
more and she’ll be revolted with the knowledge that I’m a dyke. Put a bad.
motion picture in the DVD player and get intoxicated. That’s the important things to do. Shit, I.
broke the only bottle I had.]
* * *.

Kate was standing at the liquor store counter thinking how nice it was.
to be able to purchase the pricey vodka without considering the cost when.
the bell above the door rang. Involuntarily she turned and looked at who.
was entering the store. It was Becky, and she looked a wreck.

When Becky saw Kate panic flashed throughout the more youthful woman’s face.

Kate pulled the Becky far from the sales register where the clerk.
couldn’t hear them and asked her exactly what was incorrect.

” That’s not excellent. You shouldn’t get intoxicated alone. The very best thing would.
be to head out and get drunk in a public place. Some of the men informed me.
about some good clubs in the area, you would be with people, however it would be.
dark with loud music and dancing and nobody would observe that you were.
upset.”.

” No, thanks. I simply can’t deal with people tonight.”.

” What about just someone? A shoulder to cry on? We could go to my.
location, or yours, and get quietly drunk.”.

[No. Becky. No. You can’t do that. Not tonight. You’re upset and.
not in control. You may do something you’ll be sorry for.] However rather she.
found herself stating, “I ‘d like that, but I would not wish to ruin your.
Friday night.”.

“Oh, it’s no bother. I was just going to spend the night watching
TELEVISION.”

Once at her apartment or condo, Becky provided Kate supper. She had actually planned an
intimate supper with Peter, and if it wasn’t eaten it would just go to
waste. While Becky reheated the meal, Kate cleaned up the glass and
spilled wine in the fireplace. [God, Kate. Someone actually did a number on
this lady. She has great taste though. I do not remember any of my
apartments being this great when I was in law school. Perhaps her parents
have money. Supper looks excellent. Table is perfectly set. Candles. I think
she was preparing an unique night?the special night?? when the boy pulled the
rug out of under her. No marvel she’s a mess.]
” Do you want me to light the candles?” [Oh, damn. That slipped out. I.
am certainly not going to try and seduce her. Making a pass at a sexually.
annoyed and emotionally troubled officemate would not be a clever end.
to my first week at a brand-new task, whether she’s straight or not.]
” Umm … I think so. I had sort of prepared a romantic evening, but that’s.
in the toilet.”.

” Well, we will not be romantic, but getting drunk by candlelight may be.
fun.”.

[Dinner readies, even reheated. Becky’s truly putting away the vodka.
I ‘d much better go easy on it, though, or things could get harmful.
Discussion readies. Small talk. Avoid the topic of what happened.
tonight.]
When supper was over, the set left the dishes in the sink and relocated to.
the couch to continue the discussion. Kate noticed that Becky was rather.
unstable on her feet, the vodka starting to overcome her. When on.
the sofa, Becky just unloaded.

” The bitch of it is that I ‘d finally decided that it was time for Peter.
and I to make love, which’s the night he discards me because I don’t fulfill.
his requirements.'”.

” Oh, I’m so sorry.” [My God, what a train wreck.]
” There must be something wrong with me.”.

” No, there’s nothing wrong with you. There’s nothing incorrect with.
waiting.” [What a crock. I cannot think I just stated that. This lady.
would be so much better off if she ‘d just gotten laid at seventeen like.
everyone else.]
” It’s simply that Peter is the nicest, sweetest person, however I don’t feel.
anything when we get physical. It’s always resembled that. That’s why I’m.
a twenty-four-year-old virgin.”.

[Always resembled that?] “It’s most likely just chemistry. I’m sure you’ll.
meet the ideal person.” [Damn. I meant to state ‘best man.’]
With that, the tears came. Kate opened her arms and Becky leaned on the.
other woman, weeping into her breasts.

Becky’s crying eventually provided way to gentle snuffling and that to.
gentle breathing. Safe and warm in Kate’s arms, with the older woman.
gently rubbing her back, Becky might feel the softness of Kate’s right.
breast versus her difficult shoulder. Kate thought she had gone to sleep when.
Becky turned her head and checked out her companion’s eyes. Kate looked.
down into Becky’s blue eyes, soft and bleary from the sobbing and the wine,.
and smiled.

Becky’s kiss took her by surprise. Not understanding what to do, she returned.
it. She felt Becky’s hand on the back of her neck pulling the 2 of them.
closer. The kissing grew more insistent. When Kate felt Becky’s tongue.
try and discover its method in between her lips, she broke the accept. When Becky.
tried to reinitiate it, Kate took the more youthful lady’s head in between her.
hands and carefully kissed her on the forehead.

Kate took a look at her new good friend. Becky was plainly confused, but likewise.
very intoxicated, on the verge of losing consciousness. Kate somehow handled to get Becky.
to stand and led her into the bedroom, where Becky promptly collapsed on.
the bed. Kate took off the other lady’s shoes and drew the bedclothes.
over her.

* * *.

When Becky woke it was still dark outside. She needed to pee. She.
stumbled to the restroom, and halfway there the headache kicked in. By the.
time she reached the toilet she was sick also. Her stomach made a.
few efforts to expel its contents, but absolutely nothing turned up. Becky swallowed a.
few aspirin, swearing to herself that she would never get intoxicated again. She.
had begun to head back to the bedroom when she remembered she still.
had to pee. Sitting down on the toilet, she attempted to remember exactly what had.
occurred the night prior to. [I ran into Kate at the alcohol shop. I.
remember dinner. And after that nothing. Wait. Did I attempt and kiss her? God, I.
actually hope that was a dream. I’ll need to excuse getting drunk and.
losing consciousness and just not discuss anything else that might have taken place.
Why is this occurring to me? I do not wish to desire her.]
Becky headed back to the bed room, planning to return to bed and sleep.
off the hangover. She stopped short when she saw that Kate was lying on.
the other side of the bed, the blanket over her rising and falling gradually.
and gradually. She was asleep. [We didn’t … did we? No, do not be silly.
You’re still using your clothing. You should’ve passed out, and she put you.
to bed. Then she must have simply crashed here. It was late, and, while I.
do not remember what does it cost? she consumed, she most likely was pretty intoxicated too. But.
what do I do now? Do I climb up back into bed with her? There’s nothing.
incorrect with that. I’ve shared beds with other women. But not since junior.
high rest celebrations. Besides, she’s going to believe it truly odd when.
she wakes up and discovers me on the couch. Do I remove my clothes? Yes,.
it’s one thing to lose consciousness in them, but it would be unusual to deliberately.
climb into bed wearing them.]
Becky undressed down to her underclothing and slipped under the covers,.
attempting not to disrupt her good friend, however as she did so Kate turned, and still.
asleep cuddled up to Becky, who succumbed to her own desire and tentatively.
returned the welcome. [Don’t panic. She’s still asleep. Cool down.
Breathe. This doesn’t suggest anything, although it’s sort of nice. She.
feels excellent.]

Kate sighed in her sleep and murmured the name “Emily.”.

Becky stiffened. [Did she simply call for Emily? Who’s Emily? Oh, God.
That indicates she might feel the same method. What way is that? Why is this.
taking place to me? Wait. Soothe down. She’s dreaming. Who understands exactly what that.
means. Yes, I know what it suggests. I’ve constantly known. That’s the problem.
Am I prepared for this? I do not know, but if she’s like that too, it cannot be.
that bad. I’m not alone. Now return to sleep, and handle this in the.
morning.]
Becky cuddled closer and closed her eyes. She heard Kate sigh.
contentedly in her sleep as she drifted off.

* * *.

Kate awoke somewhat disoriented. She remained in a strange bed and there was.
a warm body linked with hers. It was Becky; she was asleep. [Did.
anything …? No. I simply put her to bed as she was about to pass out.
Then why is she in her underclothing? I didn’t do that. She should have gotten.
up in the night. She did attempt and kiss me, didn’t she? Try? She.
been successful. I need to get up. But I’ll most likely wake her if I try. Besides,.
this is kind of great. Enjoy the minute. Okay, the minute is up. You’ll.
have to face her some time. Get up.]
Kate carefully aimed to untangle herself from Becky’s limbs without waking.
her up, unsuccessfully. Becky stirred, opened her eyes, and seeing Kate.
smiled.

” You stayed the night.”.

” Yes, I was a bit anxious about you,” replied Kate. “You were pretty.
intoxicated. How do you feel?”.

” Like hell. I will never drink again.”.

” That will teach you. Will you be all right if I leave?”.

” Yeah. I simply need to lay here until the hangover goes away. Thanks.
for remaining.”.

” No issue. It was far too late to go house anyhow.”.

Kate increased from the bed. As Becky lay there watching her pal gown,.
Kate understood the more youthful female’s eyes upon her.

As she finished dressing Becky spoke once again, “Do you want to do something.
together this night?”.

” Well, I don’t today, however by this evening the hangover will be.
gone.”.

” Okay. Why do not you come be my location about 7. I’ll have dinner.
for you.”.

” That would be fantastic.” [Okay, lady. Now is the time to find out for.
sure.]
Kate leaned into kiss Becky. To her relief, Becky rose to meet her.
halfway. Kate grasped Becky by the shoulder and pulled her in tighter.
Lightly, her tongue penetrated past Becky’s lips, discovering no resistance. Kate.
felt Becky’s hands yank at her back, going up and down without mindful.
control. After a couple of minutes she broke the kiss and looked down into.
Becky’s face. Her eyes were still closed. Then they gradually opened.
exposing satisfaction and long-suppressed yearning.

” I’ll see you at 7,” said Kate. Then she got up and let herself.
out.

* * *.

[Wow! This is truly occurring. Do I want to do this? To sleep with.
Kate? Oh God, yes. I’m actually shaking. That kiss. It really happened.
Am I truly a …?

I’ve never ever felt by doing this about anybody prior to. A boy has actually never ever excited.
me like this. Sure I utilized to be nervous prior to a date. Nervous about the.
method I looked. Whether he would like me. Obviously I wished to be liked.
But I never actually wanted him, not like I desire Kate.

Oh God! Mama and Dad. What will they believe? Shocked, hurt, blaming.
themselves for raising a … a dyke. But I want this so bad. Handle.
the moms and dads later.]
* * *.

The doorbell sounded. Kate did a fast once over in the mirror. [Hair,.
all right. Makeup, perfect, not too heavy. Clothes, excellent. Casual is the.
way to go. Is it far too late to satisfy her at the door using nothing however a.
robe? No, do not wish to frighten her off.]
Kate opened the door and Becky, holding a bottle of wine, stepped.
within. Kate closed the door and the 2 ladies kissed. It was almost.
chaste, remaining just a moment too long to be just a friendly welcoming.

Kate and Becky hung around in the kitchen area, preparing the meal and.
talking about work. They moved into the dining alcove with the completed.
meal and ate and continued talking. Talking about anything, other than what.
had occurred last night and that morning. Not wanting Becky to get drunk.
once again, Kate had intentionally “forgot” the wine. After dessert, they left.
the dishes on the table and entered into the living space. Kate put some music.
on the stereo and finally “remembered” the wine. [Okay, it’s too late for.
her to obtain too intoxicated, however I desire her a little uninhibited. My, I’ve become.
rather the wicked seductress haven’t I?]

The two rested on the sofa, drank the wine, listened to the music, and
continued the speak about nothing of value. As they talked Kate leaned
toward Becky. Then they hit among those stops briefly that takes place in a.
discussion, a minute of awkward silence. Becky looked quietly at Kate.
Kate reached over and took the glass of wine from Becky and set it on the.
table, setting her own glass beside it.

Kate then leaned in toward Becky, cocking her head and bringing her lips.
to those of the younger lady’s. Becky returned Kate’s kiss, slipping her.
tongue between the older woman’s lips. For a while, Becky ended up being the.
aggressor, positioning her hands on Kate’s shoulders and pushing her onto her.
back. The two kissed hugely, munching at each other’s ears and necks.
Kate’s hands roamed around Becky’s body, however Becky, for her part,.
restricted her touch to Kate’s arms and back.

[Okay, Kate. It’s been numerous minutes. You’re going to need to move.
this to the next level.] Kate put her hands on Becky’s shoulders and.
pushed the other woman back up to a sitting position. Becky simply sat.
there, taking a look at Kate, her shoulders heaving and nostrils flaring.

Kate then put her hands on Becky’s waist and tugged at her blouse.
up until it came out of her pants. She then slid the blouse up, over her.
head, and with Becky working together, eliminated it and tossed it aside. She then.
reached around Becky and reversed her bra strap. The bra followed the blouse.
to the flooring. The older lady then stopped briefly and appreciated Becky’s upper body.
[Little breasts, however I knew that. Yes, her nipples are perky. She’s not.
really curved, however that long, dark hair falling about her shoulders, gorgeous,.
and extremely, really womanly.]
Kate leaned in and bit Becky gently on the neck, moving her teeth down.
the more youthful lady’s breast until the ideal nipple was in her mouth. Kate.
snapped her tongue around Becky’s nipple, feeling it stiffen. She lightly.
nipped it with her teeth, drawing a gasp from the younger lady, then.
crossed and did the same to the left.

[Now for me.] Kate then sat up and took Becky’s hands in hers. She drew.
the more youthful female’s hand approximately the top button of her blouse. Gradually, Becky.
fumbled and unbuttoned each button working her method to Kate’s waist.
Kate had to take Becky’s hands in hers once again and bring them back up to her.
shoulders. Becky finally understood and got rid of Kate’s blouse. Without.
further prompting, Kate’s bra followed.

Becky glanced at the breasts that were as stunning as she had actually imagined,.
but was reluctant.

[Exactly what’s she waiting on? C’mon woman. I’ve got breasts. You’ve got a.
mouth. You’ve got hands. I’m going to have to lead her through every.
action, aren’t I? This would be a lot simpler lying on a bed.] Kate stood.
up and held out her hands.

Becky was reluctant again for an instant. [Okay, Becks. This is the moment.
of no return. It’s just been necking already. What follows will be.
sex.]
Gradually, reluctantly, Becky placed her hands in Kate’s and allowed herself.
to be raised up until she was standing. Kate then led her into the.
bed room.

The two females, naked from the waist up, stopped at the foot of the bed.
They kissed again for a moment, and then Kate slowly dropped to her knees,.
running her lips down Becky’s chest and navel.

Kate unfastened the button on Becky’s jeans and then reduced the zipper.
She reached up and yanked at the waist and slipped the jeans over.
Becky’s hips and onto the floor. Just the thin, damp material of the.
panties separated her from Becky’s sex.

Kate searched for at Becky’s face. The more youthful female was looking down.
expectantly. Kate pulled the panties down over Becky’s hips and they.
followed the denims to the floor. The tart, appetizing scent of Becky’s sex.
attacked her nose. Kate breathed it in. [Delicious.] She parted the hair.
that grew extremely about her crotch with her fingers, and discovering the.
clitoris, she planted on it a quick kiss, and after that stood up.

” Now, you remove my trousers,” Kate informed Becky.

Becky was reluctant, then she knelt and got rid of the Kate’s jeans.

” Now the panties,” directed Kate.

Kate’s panties were soaked through. Becky might see the hairless lips.
of Kate’s pussy below. She moved the panties and pulled them down.
the older lady’s legs. Like Kate before her, Becky breathed in the scent.
[Pungent, however enjoyable. Like my own, but different. She’s shaved her.
pubic hair, like she was getting it prepared for me. Oh, God that’s hot. I.
want to touch it. Should I? Should I kiss it, like she did to me?]
Unable to bring herself to do either, a minimum of yet, she stood.

As the 2 women kissed once again, Kate maneuvered Becky so that her back.
was to the bed and her calves were pressing against the bed mattress. Kate.
pressed her brand-new enthusiast carefully back, so that she was pushing the bed. Kate.
then knelt on the flooring, between her enthusiast’s legs and started kissing.
Becky’s inner thighs and legs.

Becky closed her eyes. [Oh, God. This is excruciating.] But Kate would.
not do anything to launch her, continuing to tease her with lips and tongue.

Finally, Becky felt Kate’s tongue part her lips and lap up a few of the.
juices that were exuding out of her. [A minute or two of this and I’ll have.
an orgasm.] Then, suddenly, Kate’s lips locked around Becky’s clitoris.
[Owww! Oh, God. Oh, God. I cannot … Too much …] The pleasure was.
intolerable. Becky sat up and screamed, getting Kate’s head and mashing it.
hard into her crotch. She hung back onto the bed as the orgasm.
continued to crash over her.

After the contractions were over, Becky let go of Kate’s head. The.
older woman continued to draw and lick Becky’s clitoris, occasionally.
darting her tongue down between her pussy lips to lap up her juices.

Becky opened her eyes and looked down at her fan. Their eyes satisfied.
Becky might see that Kate was smiling as she licked and munched. Becky.
leaned back, closed her eyes once again, and allowed Kate to bring her to a.
2nd orgasm. It was not as intense as the first, however it lasted longer.

Sometime after her second set of contractions ended, Becky felt Kate
nibbling at her ear. The older female was now lying beside her. She opened
her eyes and looked at her enthusiast. Kate’s nose and mouth shone with
Becky’s secretions.

Becky moved to Kate and kissed her, tasting her own juices on her
enthusiast’s mouth. After a minute, Becky broke the kiss.

” That was terrific. I never knew it might be like that. Thank you.”

” Don’t thank me,” said Kate. “I liked doing it.” And after that rather
specifically, “I’ll wager you would enjoy doing it too.”

Becky took the tip and smiled. Where there had been doubt before,
there was none now. She kissed Kate once again, a long, sticking around kiss. Then,
when the kiss broke, she kissed Kate’s left shoulder, and then her upper
chest, a series of kisses that ended at Kate’s left nipple.

Becky stopped her down movement at Kate’s breasts for a while. She
suckled at Kate’s left breast, then relocated to the right, running her
tongue in circle the nipple. After a few minutes of this, Becky
started her downward movement till she was in between her lover’s legs.
[She’s soaking damp. And the aroma, stronger than before, but nice.
Musky.] Becky leaned into her enthusiast and quickly licked Kate’s clitoris,
simply when. Kate shivered and got Becky’s head with both hands. Becky
leaned in again and ran her tongue along Kate’s lips, from bottom to top,
scooping up her fan’s juices. Then Becky began her attack in earnest,
alternating in between the lips and the clitoris.

Becky was plainly unskilled, drawing on her clitoris, and after that, just
as the as the enjoyment would start to install, moving down to her vagina.
Then as Kate began to develop towards an orgasm from Becky’s tongue plunging
into her vagina, the younger woman would move back to Kate’s clit and Kate
would have to begin all over once again. Becky was lapping extremely,
indiscriminately.

For Kate, the orgasm slowly built. She saw the very first signs, faint.
and deep as they were. It was taking longer than usual, but it was.
taking place. She started to clench Becky’s head in her hands, forcing the.
female’s mouth deeper into her vaginal area. The orgasm crept up on her. [Oh,.
fuck! Fuck. Fuck. That’s it. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck. Ahhh!]
When it was over, she looked down, in between her legs. Becky was looking.
up, inquiringly, her face glistening with smeared vaginal juices.

Kate pulled her new fan up, and they kissed again. Becky accepted.
her, burying her face in Kate’s breasts. Kate absent-mindedly ran her.
fingers back and forth along Becky’s arm. They both wandered off to sleep.

They both awoke a little after midnight. They talked for a bit, Becky.
confessing that she had been scared in the beginning, now accepted who she was.
For her part, Kate informed Becky of her loneliness since she had actually left Emily to.
take this task.

As they talked, Kate intertwined their legs, pushing their pussies.
together. Then, ever so gradually, she started grinding hers into Becky’s.
This time Becky required no triggering and began pressing and grinding back.
Quickly their discussion ended as the set gazed into each other’s eyes,.
tribbing their way to another set of orgasms.

In the morning, they woke up in each other’s arms and they had sex once again.
in the light of the morning sun that was streaming through the window.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.